Mystic Clan of the P

A melodious yet icy female voice echoed in his ear. Lu Jiangxian faintly saw a blurred face, but couldn't make out anything clearly.,He only felt a chill all over and fell into a state of half-sleep, half-awake meditation.,"First, I'll savor the moonlight thoroughly. Perhaps it will bring about a qualitative change." He secretly planned: "I don't know what the mirror is made of, nor how the outside world views sentient objects. I better not be discovered by some cultivator and have my sentience extinguished casually."。